"Yes!" Wu Fan walked to the shooting position, replaying every subtle movement of Zhou Weiguo when he shot just now, and at the same time adjusted his breath as quickly as possible, abandoning distracting thoughts, and instantly entered the realm of inaction and desirelessness.

According to his understanding, the practice of marksmanship is the same as the cultivation of nameless qigong, first of all, entry.

Turn your head, lift your gun, and slowly and straighten your right arm until the gun star is at eye level and stop steadily in the air.

Wu Fan narrowed his left eye, and through the front sight of the pistol, he aimed at the target fifty meters away.

At this moment, Zhou Weiguo saw Wu Fan standing in front of him like a tree, and he had achieved several important keys for body stability, calmness, and peace of mind.

"This kid...... I got the hang of it so quickly!Genius ......."

Zhou Weiguo was speechless for a while, he never admitted that there was a genius in this world, but at this time, he didn't know how to use other words to praise Wu Fan's performance at this time. No matter what you learn, you will look the same once and you will get the essence, what is such a person not a genius?

These thoughts and words were all said in his heart, although Wu Fan's actions were not yet proficient. In some places, there is not yet a degree of coherence. But he didn't make a sound to alarm Wu Fan, he saw that Wu Fan was constantly adjusting his posture, even if it was a slight adjustment, which showed that he was still understanding and trying to reach the same state of body and gun, so he would never disturb him.

Shooting is a link and a link, and the action of each link is not done in place, which will affect the accuracy of the final shot.

The shooting posture is very important, and only a stable shooting posture can ensure the stability of the gun.

Soon, Wu Fan finally adjusted his shooting posture through repeated adjustments. However, he felt that his movements were still not enough, although his actions fully met Zhou Weiguo's requirements, he always felt that something was missing. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally found that his movements were only similar to the form but not the same god, lacking a god, a transcendent self-confidence.

If it is to solve mathematical problems and solve the incurable diseases of automobiles, he also has the confidence that no matter how difficult it is, he has a way to think and find a good way to solve it. He was able to do this because he didn't know how many problems he had solved and how many cars he had repaired, so he had that confidence. In terms of shooting, he has zero experience, so he will not have any self-confidence.

Thinking of this, Wu Fan understood. Now he only needs to try to do a good job in various essentials, and when he has experience, he will definitely have that confidence.

He believed in himself, and today was his egg-breaking move, breaking the state of zero and taking the first step towards the sharpshooter.

More than ten years of martial arts cultivation has made his movements consistent, although he can't do Zhou Weiguo's realm of being consistent with a gun for the time being, his movements have reached the same degree of similarity. And his strength is not bad, he can definitely withstand the reaction force of the gun body on his body at the moment of shooting, and ensure the stability of the gun before the bullet is discharged.

Thinking of this, his attention focused on the target fifty meters outside the crosshair.

True Qi slowly flowed in his right eye, and Wu Fan increased the flow of True Qi this time.

Focused, staring at the center of the target. Soon, Wu Fan felt that the center was getting clearer and clearer, and he could see the thickness of the lines on the target.

He didn't make the rest of the movement and continued to aim. Gradually, the bullseye the size of a soybean grain slowly enlarged. This slowness is only a degree, in fact, as the True Qi gathers more and more, the bullseye the size of a soybean becomes the size of a pea. Moreover, this change continued to accelerate, and soon became egg-sized......

Wu Fan was very surprised in his heart, the heart words eye mutation actually had this function. If we go on like this, won't we be able to see a hundred or two hundred meters clearly...... Or even a target five or six hundred meters away?

However, as soon as this idea appeared, the momentum of the increase suddenly stopped the car when the center of the target became the size of a small baked cake. No matter how Wu Fan urged the true qi and increased the circulation of the true qi, he couldn't make the bullseye as big as the big baked cake.

It seems that this is a limit, and Wu Fan feels that there is a fly in the ointment. But the thought of a small baked cake is already more than ten times, at least twenty times magnified, and this multiple is terrifying for anyone. Although the distance of vision is not directly proportional to the multiple of the square, he conservatively estimates that he can see at least a soybean within 500 meters.

This is no longer a pair of normal human eyes, but an eye with at least twenty times more optical telescopes. In the future, even if he does not use a sniper rifle, as long as the range allows, Wu Fan can hit targets within the range at any time. Of course, this requires him to have that kind of accuracy.

Wu Fan was very excited at that moment, which inevitably made his mood fluctuate. Even if it was just for a moment, Zhou Weiguo noticed that Wu Fan's hand trembled. Although he couldn't detect the mutation in Wu Fan's eyes, he knew that Wu Fan's state of mind was not calm enough.

"Pay attention to the essentials of the movement, the heart should be calm, the breath should be calm, and hold your breath!"

Hearing Zhou Weiguo's roar, Wu Fan immediately collected his mind and returned to aiming at the bull's-eye.

He became a tree again, with a body as a trunk and arms as branches, strong and steady.

Time passed minute by minute, half an hour, an hour, Wu Fan's eyes were staring at the bullseye fifty meters away, not moving.

Zhou Weiguo also stood there and didn't move, although one of her was crippled, he still stood with Wu Fan, not moving.

In fact, Zhou Weiguo could have moved a chair and sat there, brewed a large enamel jar of strong tea, drank tea while holding a cigarette, and watched Wu Fan practice aiming. However, he didn't do this, he wanted to use his actions to make Wu Fan understand what a good gunman is.

Aiming is also an important part of shooting action, and it is a very important part, which is directly related to the accuracy of shooting, and must not be sloppy or slack.

As time passed, Wu Fan's heart also felt the bullseye fifty meters away, and even if he closed his eyes, he could "see". This progress made me understand what Zhou Weiguo's "idea" was, but he didn't close his eyes, but opened his eyes wider and more attentively.

Two hours later, Wu Fan was still standing there like a tree, his whole body seemed to be integrated with his surroundings, and he had become an object in the environment itself. He was there, and he should be there.

This feeling made the surroundings sigh in surprise, he seemed to feel that Wu Fan no longer existed, but in his eyes, Wu Fan stood there and did not move. "Is it the eyes?" As soon as he closed his eyes, he immediately found that Wu Fan had disappeared, and even the latter's breath was gone. He didn't know what was going on, so he couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his eyes, but he was surprised to find that he was not mistaken, Wu Fan was standing there.

"Strange, how can there be such a strange feeling?" Zhou Weiguo walked in front of Wu Fan and listened carefully to Wu Fan's breathing with both ears. As a result, I didn't hear anything, and I knew that the other party must be holding my breath.

Zhou Weiguo thought that when he practiced shooting for the first time, he only lasted for twenty minutes, and his arm became sore, and the hand holding the gun began to tremble. But Wu Fan persisted for two hours, his body and arms were still stable, and the shape of his hands had not changed at all.

Is this kid born to be a good shooter, the material of a sharpshooter?

At this moment, Zhou Weiguo had to be convinced in his heart, "No wonder Sun San is so interested in this kid, he is indeed a material that can be made." When I saw him, I felt like I was retired. ”

Thinking of this, Zhou Weiguo couldn't help but sigh and patted the latter's shoulder, "It's been two hours, which is a good result." To combine work and rest, take a break first, and after ten minutes, continue to practice aiming. ”

"Team Zhou, I'm not tired, I've been punished by my mother since I was a child, and I'm not allowed to move at night. It's only been two hours, which is far from my limit. ”

"Freezing three feet is not a day's cold. It seems that you were naughty enough when you were a child to let your mother punish you like this. Okay, take a break, we're the police, and we don't do corporal punishment. ”

"Team Zhou, I already think I've mastered what you said, 'aim with your eyes, lock on to the target with your mind', when can you let me shoot?"

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